Thirty six

Belle's POV

The evening had turned out to be something far more beautiful than I could have imagined. I hadn’t known about the surprise Zeke had planned for Kamille.

It felt like their wedding was happening again. I couldn't help my eyes from getting wet.

Earlier, Mr Rogers had come into the kitchen with housekeepers holding drinks, I thought nothing of it at first.

“Excuse me Mrs. Reid, I believe the chefs are dying to help out here," He said with a polite smile. His dark hair was now being attacked by inconsiderate strains of gray hair.

“Oh Rogers, I just need to get this cake out of the oven, then I will be lost," Kamille had replied with a pout.

“You would not want the poor chefs to lose their jobs now would you?" He pressed just as the timer on the oven chimed.

“Of course not," Kamille grinned and turned to bring out her pan.

Amanda laughed at her gimmick. “Pregnancy cravings," She mouthed to Mr. Rogers and we laughed.

“Mummy, aunt Belle and aunt Amanda, come see the beautif